Evening Shades of Grey

There was a lovely pink and orange sky early this morning, allowing the wind turbines to stretch their arms towards this deliciousness. An orange sun, sliced in half by a streak of grey cloud, completed the picture, looking like the logo for a holiday company selling holidays in sunny places. Yet by 4.30 this afternoon, every shade of grey filled the sky as a gentle flurry of snow fell during my early drive home. So, a day of colours ends in monochromatic dullness. Although we could identify a long meeting this morning as the starting point of colour being drained from the day, like the orange being squeezed of its juice, and not helped by train chaos at Luton due to overhead line problems at Radlett. Where is the Wichita line man when you need him?